Wicked-cricket

Shrouded by mystery, consumed with fear Whispering voices are all that I hear. They tell me their secrets of hate and despair I try to believe that I really don't care. Why do they come here to speak to me? I'm just a nobody! Why can't they see? I pretend to listen to the words they say Then I drop to my knees and begin to pray. They bother me still with their words of hate Leaving me restless in this psychotic state. I speak to them loudly so they hear my cries They must stop all this now before my sanity dies. YES! I did... I heard what you said! Now please just go... get out of my head!

My porcelain shell shines with a shimmering glow... My features always tweaked with a perky smile... You speak to me and I respond without thinking... I look at the world with a child's eye view... My love for life overshadows my fear of the unknown... You won't see the cracks beneath my surface... You won't see me cry at night as I try to forget my past... I won't let you know how bad you hurt me... I won't let you try to piece me back together... My care-free attitude keeps me moving forward... My impulsive nature makes me feel alive... You will never know that I come from a broken home... You will never see that my parents are

Superficial Girl I don't want to be seen for who i am... I want to dye my hair blonde so it hides the shabby brown... I want to wear fake nails to hide the fact that my hands are ugly... I want to wear a pushup bra so you can't see how small my breasts really are... I want to flood my features with pounds of makeup to hide that I am really ugly without it... I want to spend 8 hours making myself look pretty so when i finally do show up you think its hard work to look this good... I want to take the time to straighten the curls from my hair so you don't see how kinky and frizzy it really is... I want to make up excuses on why I can't d